What with the social media zeitgeist – permanently primed to check-in, chirp-up and generally document the leaf on every London tree – it’s rare that I don’t recognise the name of a restaurant in my beloved home town. 
So when the chance to go try Pont St. and break out my new-in’s around Belgravia was presented, I pitched up.
Course google maps got J and I there a bit early, so we floundered in Chesham Place with google feeling lucky. I found some juicy titbits pertaining to Sophie Michell – Exec Chef – a colourful career as a former cuisinier for international super model Claudia carb-dodging Schiffer. We prepared for the worst. I prayed for caesar dressing.
En-route to the table I spied a sexy looking trio of sliders. All bets were off.
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Afternoon highlights included:
-The plentiful parmesan chunks, a drowned-to-perfection-in-truffle-infused-honey kinda thing – who new? – washed down with Marlborough sav blanc… like you do.
– J’s first glimpse of his superfood salad, a man well out of his comfort-food zone.
– My fresh-catch-that-day king prawns. Chargrilled, juicy and finger-lickingly obscene. Sensational.
– The loo’s, so selfie friendly.
– And the digestif I insisted we take in the bar upstairs – perfect for like-minded, book-worm-with-mid-century-taste types to unwind and escape life.
Will be back.
L x
A huge thanks to the team at Pont St. Restaurant for allowing me access all areas and extra mayo for my chips.
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What i wore:
Fendi – peekaboo tote
Public Desire – platform sandals
ROC – sunglasses
Forever 21 – leather pencil skirt similar
Gestuz – silk turtle-neck AW15 out soon
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